It's so quiet and his head is killing him and he'd really like some water -
Also blankets. He's cold.
He drags the blanket over him tiredly, rolling over slowly - very slowly, for his body's sake - and burying his face in the pillow. Nnngh. Those lights are so damn aggravating. It's not long before someone's prodding at him, checking his arm. A poke here, a rag here, cool and damp. He groans and mutters under his breath. An IV drip gets him a few necessary things. A few people who work here manage to catch him more lucid, to figure out how much he totally ruined his recovery time.
They pull back his blankets and he's annoyed, but he's too tired to fight it. Re-apply bandages, another rag, and then it's quiet and restful for a while. Another day passes and he feels like he's been in a dead sleep for a while, so much so that he's sick of sleeping so deeply. Besides, some of his dreams aren't fair.
A hiss, and he pats his covers lazily, eyes clenched shut.]
Oi... Where's water...
[Alright, perhaps his last real memory of the last 24 hours was asking for water. It's been a weird hazy question on repeat for him, and he's finally awake enough to mouth it.
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It's so quiet and his head is killing him and he'd really like some water -
Also blankets. He's cold.
He drags the blanket over him tiredly, rolling over slowly - very slowly, for his body's sake - and burying his face in the pillow. Nnngh. Those lights are so damn aggravating. It's not long before someone's prodding at him, checking his arm. A poke here, a rag here, cool and damp. He groans and mutters under his breath. An IV drip gets him a few necessary things. A few people who work here manage to catch him more lucid, to figure out how much he totally ruined his recovery time.
They pull back his blankets and he's annoyed, but he's too tired to fight it. Re-apply bandages, another rag, and then it's quiet and restful for a while. Another day passes and he feels like he's been in a dead sleep for a while, so much so that he's sick of sleeping so deeply. Besides, some of his dreams aren't fair.
A hiss, and he pats his covers lazily, eyes clenched shut.]
Oi... Where's water...
[Alright, perhaps his last real memory of the last 24 hours was asking for water. It's been a weird hazy question on repeat for him, and he's finally awake enough to mouth it.
...
Those stupid fluorescent lights.]
Hate... those lights...